(Verse 1)
This is not a given, this not just a livin'
Do this for these children, and aspired musicians
I been on a mission, to get in this business
Honestly, I was bout to wrap this up like a ribbon
But naw I ain't quittin', it'll work out, my fitness
Is tougher than it was when I got no love in the beginnin'
Fly over competition, and sweep away all the gimmicks
If you paid close attention, you'd think I was playing Quidditch
Just like I'm a magician, I planned my disappearance
But now I'm back with a vengeance, you can't pass this interference
I don't listen to most these critics, cause they're blind, a bunch of Riddicks
I'm gearin' for a rapper clearance, who fearin' with evil spirits
You're kiddin' but kids mimic, the appearance and bad image
You've risen with no endearment, my feelings won't be concealed in
Shoot for stars with precision, I don't care what my percent is
As long as I finally get it, I'll prove you can dream then live it
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This what I got everything riding on
They didn't think that I could fly alone
I'mma use this to right my wrongs
I can change the world with this microphone
More than the music
(Verse 2)
I'm back on my grind, I'm back on my hustle
They have no bars, like they're stuck in a tunnel
I got horse power, they want to give me a muzzle
Like a car mechanic, I'm still building my muscle
Haters say I hate you, lovers say I love you
The good thing about both, is they're saying they heard of you
Say “Dreams Start Young” when you mention me, the industry, I think Clark Kented me
Cause I walk up in the booth and I'm simply me, walk out red and blue like injuries
When you hear them they all violent from the jump
I'm making music cause these losers ain't being fathers to their sons
There ain't no age limit, or safe distance, now from these guns
But I'm the childish one, guess I'll be better on nickelodeon
Listen your hard raps, are not facts, cause they're on mixtapes
Pulled straps, will make your car dash, like Kim K
They buckin' at buckets, so you duckin', or you runnin'
Or you hope you get a buck in, like you owe somebody somethin', cause they comin'
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(Verse 3)
Tell most of these artists stop the jawin', they're talkin', Hip-Hop to death
Don't have to curse, to curse explicitly, who lack luster respect
My core, vets, forget what you spend, you can't buy the drive of a LEX
Tell the top, I'm coming for necks, want a feat, retrace my steps
Not impressed, I'll leave my mark engraved, on the grave, where you rest
I'm here to clean up the mess, I'm the butler here like Jeff
I'm not really upset, cause my voice soared; no strep
I rose from just a cadet, and now I'm labelled a vet
Fresh Prince here, struggle to pay my rent bills
Trying to make it out of Milwaukee before I get killed
Wonder if y'all think bout how these kids feels
When you talk about how you sip lean and how you drink pills
On the verge of breakin', this game here for the taken
Y’all busy regurgitatin', rewriting, impersonating
I can never feel complacent, when I still feel in the basement
This underdog has awakened, for my fam, I'm gonna make it out
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